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[patterns_bloom]

"We're losing her, Hannibal," Alana says, puckering her lips slightly as she crosses the threshold out of Abigail's institution. "And to Freddie Lounds of all people! I can't believe she has pushed the girl to outline the entire book already."

After crossing the parking lot to Dr. Lecter's Bentley in relative silence, she turns to her friend and colleague. "How are you?" she says, tone genuinely concerned but words laced with a frustrated sigh.

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[cook_the_rude]

"I will do my best to help him," Hannibal says. "Come," he adds. "Coffee."

[patterns_bloom]

Alana hesitates, and then nods, with a watery smile. "Please," she says, to both statements. "And thank you."

[cook_the_rude]

"Thank you, for telling me how bad it really is," Hannibal says, holding the door of the café for her.

[patterns_bloom]

"Of course," she says, surprise stopping her before she crosses the threshold. "Let me know if there's anything else I can do. As his friend."